I am a paragon of virtue

in a church of a thousand sinners

the one whos been forever

in a world filled with beginners

no one will ever hurt you

my wrath is much too great

bringing fear to all men’s minds

the one they call the Wraith

made from the dust of eons past

I’ve been here forever

looking for the one I lost

her hiding is so clever

she takes the face of many here

but I know her soul

it’s finding her and taking her

that will make my own whole

I am the great forever

soaring through the year

universes pass me

but never dry my tears

broken by the one I love

here I must resist

to carry her and never die

is the why that I exist